There is a place that some men know,
I cannot see the whole of it
Nor how I came there. Long ago
Flame burst out of a secret pit
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I have looked at them long,
My eyes blur; sourceless light
Keeps them forever young
Before our ageing sight.
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Alice grown lazy, mammoth but not fat,
Declines upon her lost and twilight age;
Above in the dozing leaves the grinning cat
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When little boys grown patient at last, weary,
Surrender their eyes immeasurably to the night,
The event will rage terrific as the sea;
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Now all day long the man who is not dead
Hastens the dark with inattentive eyes,
The woman with white hand and erect head
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Turn back. Turn, young lady dear
A murderer's house you enter here
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The afternoon with heavy hours
Lies vacant on the wanderer's sight
And sunset waits whose cloudy towers
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There by some wrinkled stones round a leafless tree
With beards askew, their eyes dull and wild
Twelve ragged men, the council of charity
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Say never the strong heart
In the consuming breath
Cries out unto the dark
The skinny death.
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